Mexico is one of those places that gets under your skin — loud, colourful, deeply rooted, and endlessly generous.
Start in the cities. Mexico City is vast and electric — world-class museums, leafy neighbourhoods, and street tacos at midnight that will ruin every taco you eat afterwards. Oaxaca is slower and softer, a city of painted walls, busy markets and kitchens where moles take days to make. Here mezcal isn't a shot, it's a ritual — sipped slowly, often straight from the family palenque where it was made.
Head north into Chihuahua and the country turns rugged and enormous. The Copper Canyon is deeper and wilder than anything you'd expect, home to the Rarámuri, the legendary runners who've crossed these mountains on foot for centuries. Back in the south, waterfalls frozen in stone hang off the cliffs at Hierve el Agua, and in Santa María del Tule a single tree stands wider than any other on earth. The traditions run deep — masked luchadores, hand-carved alebrijes, fiestas that spill into the streets. The people are warm, proud and quick to share a table. Mexico rewards curiosity, so don't rush it. Eat where the locals eat, say yes to the invitation, stay for one more mezcal, and you'll understand why people come here once and keep coming back.